noglider 

Yesterday, as I was about to set out for class, I saw my rear rim is broken. A spoke has been pulling too hard. The rim runs straight, but I will need to replace it. I rode it to class.

There was a threat of rain, but it didn't come.

When I lock up my bike, I take the lock out of my backpack, and I put my seat bag into my backpack. My seat bag contains my tools, and my taillight hangs off it. Yesterday, as I was doing everything, I put the seat bag on the rack of the bike parked next to mine. When I came back out of class, I saw I had left it there, and no one had stolen it, so that was lucky.

My commutes to and from class have been fairly pleasant. I'm refining my routes. I try to avoid the avenues, as traffic there is rough. I can do that by taking the river path, which adds a bit of distance but not much. I still have to cross town on the streets from the river to the east side, but that's not so bad.